Storms are made for Dancing

A young girl on a rooftop
Her arms spread wide as if embracing the growing storm
She can see the flickering lights of the city,
Through the quickening drops of rain
She can see everything in a blur around her,
And everything is beautiful

Her body moves, as if to some unheard music
Her bare feet silent on the wet concrete,
And her thin dress twirling with the motions of her body
She lifts her face to the heavens,
The cool small drops landing hastily on her cheeks,
And sliding down to rest on her parted lips
She can taste the rain,
And the freedom is delicious

Thunder sounds above her head,
A deep rumbling as if God is clearing his throat
And lightening strikes close to the building tops,
A flash of yellow pierces a sheet of black

With every raindrop that finds her body,
Another worry,
Another shame,
Another pain,
Is washed away
God’s tears cleanse her body,
And she feels all these things lift off of her,
As they are lost in the storm
Nothing matters now
Nothing even exists
She has left her body in the storm,
As her soul becomes the rain,
The lightening
The thunder
Everything

And as her body dances alone on the wet roof,
She flies high in the storm
Her inner being creating an aura of light,
And she shines through the rain

And she is clean

by Haylo
posted on 07/21/2009